Luyện nghe bài hát Real Talk (123)

On streets
You better keep your hand on heats
And live what you sayin' on beats
Real

1, 2, 3, you don't really wanna fuck me
Get in the way you could get shot
the cops, you on my block
Fuckin' with a gangsta

1, 2, 3, you don't really wanna with me
Get in the way you could get shot
Fuck the cops, you on my
Fuckin' with a nigga

They ain't walkin' the walk, just talkin' the talk
Some people look at me as the talk of New York
I ain't these, niggaz, that be feinin' to front
Like they the to ever put green in a blunt
Look, I don't be to stunt but I zip down like jeans in the front
In somethin' that you and you want

But otherwise I'm with it
They say only the who never had gon' get and act a fool with it
Everybody's gangsta the promotion
Even if they raised in a house with a of the ocean

The is growin' upset 'cause ya' ass is on TV throwin' up sets
And you know you ain't like that but you'll say you is
Go and a bunch a shit and and then say that it's his
You ain't a or you wouldn't go to dinner with groupies
a baller 'cause you wouldn't put spinners on hoopties, nigga

1, 2, 3, you don't really fuck with me
Get in the way you could get yourself
Fuck the cops, you on my
Fuckin' a gangsta nigga

1, 2, 3, you don't wanna fuck with me
Get in the way you could get yourself
Fuck the cops, you on my
Fuckin' with a nigga

How can niggaz say be on the other side of the seas
Where the wheels are on the other side of the V's
And the homes look like the spot on the side of the C's
When they ain't never on the other side of the p's

I can see through 'em, ya are too light
Every you write is far from the truth
You wanna be that nigga you are in the
But you got the heart, the scars or the proof

And now you ya' shirt, tag in our grill
But I'm you was a dirt bag before the deal
You walk around talkin' how every dime you
When they don't even to you, never mind fucked you

Ya' sayin' don't come back
Step foot in here and they gon' put you where you won't back
Dog, how the fuck you gon' keys in ya' house
When ya' won't even give you keys to the house, loser?

1, 2, 3, you don't really wanna with me
Get in the way you could get shot
the cops, you on my block
Fuckin' with a nigga

1, 2, 3, you don't really fuck with me
Get in the way you could get shot
the cops, you on my block
Fuckin' a gangsta nigga

Nigga you in the mirror, what your make ups' lookin' like
Trynna fool the world a Jacob look-a-like
like you blow stacks
But ya' car is ten years old homie, ya' drivin' in a

They gon' strip you, you runnin' naked next
security, you like unprotected sex
You never fingered a trigger
All you do is in the mugshot book and finger a nigga

If real recognize real, be a John Doe
You livin' in a but call it a condo
I don't member you as a slinger was on the bench
a little scrub ass ringer in the tournaments

Now try to blame the fall of hip hop on fans
Nah, I think these hip hop con mans
gangstas is played out now
This ain't the eighties, battle raps'll get you out, fucka

1, 2, 3, you don't wanna fuck with me
Get in the way you could get shot
Fuck the cops, you on my
with a gangsta nigga

1, 2, 3, you don't really fuck with me
Get in the way you could get yourself
Fuck the cops, you on my
with a gangsta nigga

1, 2, 3 and any time that you on streets
You better keep your hand on heats
And live what you sayin' on beats
talk

1, 2, 3 and any time you on them streets
You keep your hand on them heats
And what you sayin' on them beats
Real talk, real talk, talk, real talk, real talk

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It's really really really real talk
It's really really really real talk
It's really really really real talk